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                                             you are tired, my love,                                              of saving the whole world                                            and forgetting to save yourself

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she is getting weaker and you can tell, because her skin is gathering scars. she used to heal miraculously. golden liquid would be swallowed  and skin glowing with golden droplets would sew itself back together. bruises on that skin would fade. now, there are vague lines where she was stabbed, marks from where her half-brother tried to burn her and marks she won’t even let you see. you don’t turn the light on, because she is adamant in not wanting you to.

written by pryna. credit.

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she is getting weaker and you can tell, because her skin is gathering scars. she used to heal miraculously. golden liquid would be swallowed  and skin glowing with golden droplets would sew itself back together. bruises on that skin would fade. now, there are vague lines where she was stabbed, marks from where her half-brother tried to burn her and marks she won’t even let you see. you don’t turn the light on, because she is adamant in not wanting you to.

written by pryna. credit.

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Please, let him be soft.  I know you made him       with gunmetal bones      and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be      a warrior      a soldier      a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames      the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me  that the world needs him. The world needs his heart      and his faith      and his courage      and his strength      and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world,      and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him,      damn anyone that ever took anything from him,            damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything      until there is nothing left of him          but the imprint of dust               where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas     until his shoulders collapse          and his knees buckle               and he is crushed by all he used to carry.  Dear God,  you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules.  You have already made a sacrificial lamb of your Son. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again.  You can have your pick of heroes.  So please, I beg you– he is all that I have,  and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more.  Let him be soft,  and let him be mine.

Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

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'more cuddles = more smooches' ALL THE CUDDLES FOR LUNA FROM IRIS ONLY. NO GLADIO CUDDLES. IRIS WOULD LIKE ALL THE SMOOCHES

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@floweringeclipse  @thekingsshield
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“  ....... i  shall  wait  for  gladio’s  rebuttal.  ”

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“ but  as  of  right  now  ,  iris  is  getting  all  the  best  luna  smooches  i  can  offer.  ”

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I may not have cool scars-- ok not as big and ugly as Gladio's but I got 'em-- and a leather jacket to lend you but I DO have cute sweaters and dolls to lend (or give. you can have them, should you wish!!) you for comfort! And they DON'T smell like gross sweat and campfire and cup noodles.

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@floweringeclipse @thekingsshield
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“  ......  ”

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“ .....I’m.....  ”

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“  ...sorry  gladio  but  iris  has  sweaters....  ”

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